hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

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Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-14th
Warnings: None

Welcome to Hadriel. Your first glimpse of your new home is maybe not the most welcome - you awaken on the floor of the colosseum, surrounded by sand and walls and... trees? Yes, trees. Along with you and the other newcomers, a number of Territorial Oaks have arrived in Hadriel. They look just like normal trees, except for those welcoming smiles - oh, and they don't like you at all. They move fast, hit hard, and if you manage to bring one down it'll go out in a large, dangerous explosion. This may have you rethinking your stance on clear-cutting.

While you're trying to avoid the trees, you might come across a few of the other things the Door has deposited in the colosseum for your (its?) entertainment. Namely, a bunch of toys that no one has played with in years. But maybe one of them will tickle your fancy?

Once you've finished indulging your 90's nostalgia, feel free to look around. You can explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers February 10th-14th.
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That must've been really nice.

[she sounds wistful. she wishes she'd had more time for fun. she spent most of her childhood following her mother around as free help on her diplomatic missions and after that, she joined the Legion and threw herself into danger. and she's not entirely sure she survived her last mission.

it's not a bad coat. brown's a little dull, but it's better than some of the eye-gouging color combinations she's seen in the shops]

There's magno-ball, but I never really had the chance to get into it. Mother frowned on "frivolous things." [and so she kept her daughter busy with running errands and sitting in on diplomatic summit meetings and peace talks]

[ it's a sentiment he can recognize. bucky was always riddled with duties; as the oldest child of four, there's been a lot of helping out on his shoulders from a young age, followed by taking in a fourth constantly ill and constantly in trouble sibling in the form of his best friend, followed by fighting for freedom, human dignity, and his country. his life has always been defined by duty, it's why he knows the importance of embracing every reprieve, enjoying every sunny day, lazy afternoon, ballgame. ]

Never heard of it, how do you play?

[ his own parents certainly more than frowned over frivolous things, but that was because they couldn't afford them. playing sports wasn't frivolous, it fostered strength, teamwork, strategy. participating in it his whole life has made bucky an ideal candidate for the army. he finds himself grateful for the millionth time for his family, even for their poor finances that allowed him to grow up the way he has, to play where he played how he played with the people he played. he wouldn't have traded it for all the riches of all the world. ]

[she's an only child, but she'd understand as much as she can. her mother held her to impossibly high standards and was unforgiving when Tinya didn't meet them. and Tinya never met them. she always was too late, too loud, too quiet, too there. joining the Legion was a relief, not only that it gave her a sense of purpose she could actually achieve, but it also gave her friends, something she'd never had before]

It's--as far as I know, it's kind of like racquetball? Only it's played by Braalians who use their natural powers of magnetism with a metal ball.

[her mother considered anything that wasn't her priority frivolous. and her father was never in the picture, they divorced when Tinya was a baby. on some level, she can understand why her mother is the way she is. the Wazzos had been Bgztl's royal family until three hundred years ago, at which point they transitioned into diplomacy. it doesn't make it any easier to deal with, though]

So, what's your world like? [she winces] Other than the, uh, war part. Or is that just sort of. . . eating up everything?

[ eating up everything sounds about right; it's certainly doing it for him. of late his world has been reduced to the misery of war and nothing else.

but it's not like that back home, and after having seen what hydra weapons can do - that's what he wants to fight for even more; keeping it that way. he doesn't want to see new york go the way of london; bombed to hell - or worse. he could easily wallow in the narrow view of the past few months, but what good's that gonna do? this is a reprieve, and if nothing else, he can use it to remember what he's probably going to die for. ]

It's gonna take more than a war to break New York. [ he has great pride in his city; they may be rough around the edges, but they're a tough lot through and through. steve will be okay. he has to be okay. ]

[she knows the feeling, somewhat. back home, the conflict with the White Triangle was swallowing Earth whole. they'd already annihilated an entire planet and they'd set their sights on Earth when she was taken here.

a reprieve. that might be the best possible way of looking at it. that's what she tries to do, even though she worries herself sick about her friends back home, fighting enemies that drastically overpowered them. but if she focuses on that and the fact that she's probably dead back home, she'll drive herself nuts]

I'm glad. I'd love to see it someday, you describe it so well. [she doesn't mind rough around the edges. strange for a girl of such a refined birth, but maybe it's because of her birth and how she was raised that she gravitates towards the rougher edges]

[ bucky has always been a practical sort. there's nothing he can do for his men back home; hell, there's nothing he could've done for them even when he was there. he was on his last leg, barely holding on. but here, he's not strapped to anything, and he feels surprisingly...well. he shouldn't. he should be struggling to stand, he should be keeling over, but he isn't and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. this is his last hurrah, a chance to stretch his legs and breathe some air, have a meal and a laugh and some friendly conversation - and he's going to make the best of it. ]

It's the best city on Earth. [ he nods ] Anything worth doing or having - you can find it there. [ he pulls out a hat; grey and patchy, but warm, and it compliments his eyes. ]

[being practical should help him here. it might even help him resist what the aliens try to do. grife knows she fights it as hard as she can.

and this place has a way of helping those who were suffering or on the verge of death or actually were dead to recover. she doesn't know if the aliens do it using magic, science, or both, but she's pretty sure she's dead and she woke up here feeling fresh as a daisy. it's weird, but she's not about to question it too much, lest it get stripped away]

Anything? That's a pretty tall order. [she teases gently. and yes, the hat was a good choice] Nice hat. Sometimes, the shops are nice to us.

[ putting up a fight's one thing he's definitely skilled at. ]

We can hack it. [ he doesn't care that he's grandstanding a little bit, it's not like it matters, and he misses his home so much that all faults of it have long been erased from his mind. absence makes the heart blind and deaf to those, it seems.

he grins, the confident grin of a handsome man who has been handsome his whole life and is perfectly aware of that fact. sure he's a little skinny from his ordeal, and he hasn't brushed his hair in a while, but he's been showered and shaved to accommodate the doctor's specifications, and his eyes are starting to regain some of their life back, just from discussing his home. ]

Must be my lucky day. [ he's actually not entirely sure it isn't, considering said predicament he was pulled from. ]

[so is she]

So, what do you do for fun there? [because Tinya is always on the lookout for something fun. when she accompanied her mother on her diplomatic missions, Tinya would sneak out at night and go to a nightclub where she'd dance the night away.

and at his grin, she blushes faintly but grins back. he's very handsome and that was a very nice grin. she knows nothing can come of it because she's still considered a kid here, but there's no harm in a little friendly flirting, right? right]

Absolutely. Some people, the clothes pile likes. You might be one of them. [she considers herself lucky to have been pulled from her own death]

Play ball, go dancing, Stark Expo's good for a good time - there's something for everyone. What's your idea of fun?

[ he's definitely not flirt flirting with a kid, but there is sort of a instinctive flirty attitude that he falls into around the ladies regardless of intent. ]

You don't seem to be on their naughty list, either.

[ or, well. she'd certainly be considered on that list for the standards of his time, but she's wearing very complementary clothes and not ill-fitting rags. ]

Dancing! I love dancing! Sometimes the Speakeasy has dance nights, we should go. But, what's Stark Expo?

And me? Well, I already mentioned dancing. I love going to hol--movies, too. And not just romance movies, though I do love those, too. I have a huge collection of them on a device from home, but I can't get it to work here.

[she likes it. though, she has to admit, it's a little annoying to be considered a kid here when she was an adult in her own world. but, she'll deal with it.

she giggles] Trust me, this outfit took hours of digging through neon plaid jeans and button down shirts with doggie patterns on them.

[ now that right there is something to smile about. going dancing! with a pretty girl. who cares she's a kid, it's not like he hasn't danced with his sisters before. just to get to do it again, there's a great way to spend this stolen bit of time. ]

You're on. Where is that?

[ whatever style of dancing they do here, he's sure he'll manage to figure it out. ]

It's a big event thrown by Howard Stark, he's probably in your history books. He shows off his new inventions, and there's food and shows, it's a lotta fun.

[ or well it is if your best friend doesn't ditch you there to go commit his uptillionth felony because of his stubborn sense of morality and pride. it's not too bad even when that happens, honestly. ]

That's a damn shame, I could go for a picture.

[ especially one that isn't previewed by reminders of the war. he remembers it perfectly, what he'd like is to forget for an hour, rest his weary mind. ]

Worth it, if you ask me. [ he really can't help himself, it's a problem. doesn't help that she doesn't look that young. ]

[she hasn't had the chance to go dancing since she was brought to Earth and that was a year ago. longer, if you count her time here. going dancing with a handsome guy sounds like her idea of perfection]

It's not far from here and it's all lit up, all the time. You can't miss it.

[she knows all kinds. thank being sent to a finishing school when she was twelve.

and she shakes her head] Can't say I've ever heard of it. It sounds like fun, though. What kinds of shows and inventions are shown off?

[she can't say she's ever had anything like that happen. mostly because until she joined the Legion, she didn't really have any friends]

Me and a friend named Peter are trying to figure out a way to access them. If we can, I'll be sure to let you know.

[the only wartime movie she has is "Casablanca," and that's because it's a classic romance.

and she smiles brightly] Thank you. I do try to look nice. Looking nice can make a bad day a little better. [and she doesn't mind one little bit. it's harmless and it's fun! so why not go with it?]

Sound like my kinda haunt.

[ if the emotion-sucking vampire aliens want to fill up on some fun, that he's happy to oblige them with. he's not going to waste this gift on feeling sorry for himself, that's for certain. ]

Whatever Mr. Stark's got rattling in that big mind of his. Main event this time was a flying car, if you can picture that. [ actually, she probably can - she was flying herself and is from the future, right. ] Well, you probably can, probably old hat for you, aren't they.

[ but it was a damn thrill for bucky. though now he does wish mr. stark spend less time on flying cars and more time on figuring out how to deal with hydra weapons. if anyone can figure it out, it'd be howard stark.

he nods at the name dropped. ]

Little guy from Queens?

[ new yorkers, they don't break easy and they're resourceful as all hell. ]

I agree.

[ bucky's always tried to look his best; it's dignified, respectful, and frankly makes him feel better. ]

I can take you there if you want?

[unfortunately, the alien who feeds on fun was a traitor and is in prison somewhere. he might be able to fuel Hope and Love, though]

A flying car in your time? That's really impressive. And yeah, it might be common where I'm from, but it's still a lot of fun.

[and she wishes that the United Planets had done something about the White Triangle before they slaughtered a planet of seven billion people instead of leaving the Legion to handle the entire situation.

and she nods and beams at his question] That would be him! You've met?

[she's learning that. New York City may not exist in her reality, but she's been very impressed with those she's met from there.

so does she. it's about the only thing her mother pressed her to do that she didn't rebel against]

[ he may not be high on hope, but he certainly has a lot of love in him. ]

Better find something appropriate to wear, then. [ he smiles, if he's going dancing, he better look the part and a worn out half-a-uniform is certainly not going to cut it. ]

It sure looked like it. [ even though it crashed after a few seconds, he did say it would take a couple more years to get it done, after all, it was fair enough. it's a future expo.

that would definitely be preferable. people sure do need to work on their priorities.

he nods; clearly fond of the guy. there's a camaraderie between new yorkers outside of the city. sure, there's the friendly rivalry between brooklyn and queens, but here they're as close to kin as can get, and he seems like a nice kid, helpful, kind of reminds him of another little squirt from new york. ]

Nice guy.

[she has a great deal of both. she hopes that somehow, she hadn't died and there are people here and back home she loves very much.

she winks and gestures towards the clothing pile] Well, have at it. Maybe you'll be lucky again.

Flying is such a rush to begin with. Whether it's in a car, a ship, or with my flight ring. I love it. [she wishes she could show him her world and all of its technological wonders.

they really did, especially since the White Triangle was made up of Daxamites, beings with all the powers of Superman.

and it's clear that she's fond of him, too. he's easily one of her very best friends here and she loves hanging out with him. and she already enjoys talking to Bucky very much]

Yeah, he is, he's great.

[ he gives her a quick salute and goes back to digging through the pile. he could probably use a change of clothes regardless to how they look; his could use a wash, and his undershirt is not going to hold out much longer.

he looks back up at her at the mention of a very unexpected piece of jewelry? tech? both? ]

Sorry, did you say flight ring?

[she giggles at the salute and turns to dig in and help. she occasionally holds something up as though she's trying to judge whether or not they fit and the ones that do are set aside.

it's both, actually!]

--oh! Yeah, I did. [she holds up her right hand, showing a ring on her ring finger] I'm sorry, I'm so used to having it on, sometimes I forget that nobody else here has one.

[ the giggle earns her a smile, as does her assistance.

he stares at the ring but there really doesn't seem to be anything particularly remarkable about it - beyond the fact that it seems to be a whole lot of gold and therefore, far beyond his means.

his eyebrows furrow as he tries to work out how a ring can cause flight. even if the power could be miniaturized to this extent, won't it snap her finger off? ]

How does it work?

[she beams back.

it's actually not made of gold, it's made of valorium, an element not yet discovered.

one would think that, but comics logic]

I just have to think about flying and there I go. [she uses it to rise about a foot in the air] See? It can go pretty fast, too.

[ he just - keeps on staring. instead of clearing anything up, her explanation just makes him feel more bewildered. ]

Does it run on pixie dust? [ because at this point - it may as well. ]

[she lands back on the ground and giggles at the pixie dust comment]

Nope. According to Lyle, Brainy was experimenting with the density of valorium and got interrupted, making the metal lighter than air instead. It's a Legion thing. All of us have them.

[ she may as well have said pixie dust because what she actually says seems to make even less sense to him.

he should probably go ahead and give up on understanding, but that has never been his style. ]

May I try it?

[it's a 30th century thing with an element that hasn't even been discovered yet, it's okay.

she shrugs and begins to work the ring off of her finger] Yeah, sure. But be careful. It can be hard to get used to at first.

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